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"I think we've done alright," Jailla said, and gave a small smile to L'nik. "Hessianth looks well. How have you been?" Two weeks hadn't been enough time to adjust to being in the group, but it was nice. Jailla hoped that eventually, she'd make a few friends, besides Ph'ton. "I was hoping Micheth'd find someone to help him loosen up."

I do not need to loosen up.


The blue leaned forward to press his snout against Seirath's. His eyes were a slow whirling green. You certainly seem excited, Seirath, he observed, quietly. Seirath's love for life was endearing, he supposed. She certainly made the day brighter. I hope so. Mine complains that I eat too much, but it never seems enough. he added, and seemed to direct his attention to Hessianth. You look well, brother.

Loreleth seemed surprised when the brown helped to bridge the distance between them, though he still stayed firmly behind his rider. At least he tried to stay firmly behind him -- at the very last moment, J'lar took a small step to the left, leaving his blue primarily exposed to the glittering brown. Loreleth's eyes whirled a brighter shade of yellow, though its edges were still touched with grey. Thankfully, J'lar was not fully out of reach, and the man sent another surge of support. It's okay, little guy. I'm still here. Whether Loreleth liked it or not, J'lar knew that his blue would need to be a bit more independent. While he'd never abandon his blue, there would be times when they would be apart, and Loreleth on his own.

The blue slumped a bit, but did turn back to Aleyath, and his yellow eyes turned a bit more pleasantly green. I am very glad to hear it. He assured his brown clutchsib softly, sending a small, shy wave of appreciation and relief to the pair. They were good. If they were good, and they looked good, than that was one less sibling to have to fear for! I am okay, I...I think. Part of the blue felt that it was nothing but a lie, because he was not really all right. But another part of him did not want to scare this fragile moment. Worried, but okay. He added, as if it was not apparent.

His clutchsiblings meant the world to him. To know that any one of them might be hurting, or in pain, or not well, was practically devastating. But Therianth had looked happy despite her limp, and Aleyath looked quite bright. No one was keening or screaming in pain -- maybe they would get through this okay!

J'lar, for his part, was surprised by the amicable clap but did not object. He was so accustomed to being part of the furniture of the Weyr that socializing on this level was unusual for him. High Reaches had been relatively comfortable -- while he was but a worker, he at least knew names, places, people, and where to go. Here? He felt even more like an outsider. Still, he had always been adaptable -- growing up in a mercenary camp meant his situation changed daily.

Perhaps this exchange would be good for him. It forced him out of his old routines. "Well enough," he stated simply with a shrug. "It's not so different than High Reaches, really," he added. And that was sort of the truth. Yes, everything was different -- from the location of the latrines to the barracks to all the names and faces. But a Weyr was a Weyr was a Weyr and there were many similarities, too.

"You uh. . . You from around here?" He asked, trying to figure out how to make small talk without falling back to his quiet grunts. Where he might have let the conversation die with anyone but Roknhin, he was well aware he had a little blue dragon watching his every move. Loreleth had a hard enough time socializing, and J'lar didn't have the heart to teach him to be nothing but a quiet, aloof, rock. See Lore? Talkin' ain't that hard. You just gotta...well, talk.

G'ryl waited patiently for his turn, trying to shift his weight evenly between both of his legs – it was unpleasant, being able to walk, despite the injuries, but not quite being healed enough to be without pain. The fellis juice they gave him periodically to take the edge off the worst of it was appreciated but he didn't think it would last the entirety of this check-up. His pride also dictated that he not sit down like a lump in the sand.

Thus, when Seirath wandered up to broadcast her exuberant greeting, Sarcoth's response was an almost haughty trill as he nudged their mental link, and spoke privately to G'ryl, Aha! See, Mine, I was correct, they will come to us. The brown puffed a bit at his correct guess and arched his neck proudly as G'ryl found himself unable to suppress the smile that played across and settled a hand on the noble neck.

Yes, indeed you were correct.

To Seirath, Sarcoth's greeting was more reserved but no less warm, Greetings, Seirath. Excitement is perhaps too strong a word... I want only to know how to more quickly fix Mine. I am in perfect health, as you have so wonderfully observed. You seem just as rambunctious as always I see. The brown's gaze played over her critically before settling on approving. She was a green, yes, but it would be foolish not to ensure that she had as best a fighting chance as possible to blossom into something effective.

G'ryl's gaze shifted to Sarcoth as he felt those superior thoughts wash across their bond. It was hard for the new rider not to soak in that attitude as he wasn't entirely sure where he stood on that spectrum. Western emphasized merit over colour and yet here Sarcoth was with a seemingly deep seated superiority complex for any colour he deemed 'less' than himself.... and an oddly loyal, deferential tact to any metallics he interacted with. It was a puzzle that G'ryl was only just starting to sort out... as far as he could tell, the middle seemed best.

Sarcoth merely rumbled in greeting to Micheth, Eating well fuels your growth, though, and to risk stunting that much needed growth seems reckless.

To Hessianth, Sarcoth offered a formal nod as one brown to another, a sense of respect for one's peer threaded through the greeting. The mummy brown still considered himself intellectually superior but a fellow brown brother was, as far as he was concerned, on equal footing until such a time as they proved otherwise.

Kieza and Green Suwayeth

To say the rider was nervous was an understatement. In fact, she wasn't sure there was a word for her level of nervousness. There probably was, but at the moment she just wanted to be elsewhere. The bright green head that pressed unto the crook of her arm let out a croon as the dragonet glowered under her own nervousness. Must we be here, Kiezamine? Can't we sneak away? The swirl of bright colors that was Suwayeth's mental speech was shadowed in a touch of fear as they walked toward where Liat was holding the health assessment.

Both rider and dragon were not fans of crowds, and even among this group of peers and siblings, they both shared an intense desire to go somewhere quiet to breathe. But at this moment, it was mandatory to remain. "It will be fine, just stay still or you'll pull your bandage." Kieza murmured, gently stroking the small dragonet's perfect face. Suwayeth rumbled a moment and then turned to press her very sore, still healing wing against Kieza's warm side, soaking in the heat to soothe her ache. It had been smarting enough lately that Kieza's own arm ached in sentiment, but she had been studious when she had last taken Suwayeth to the dragonhealer for a check-up. She had wanted to learn how to adjust the dressing herself so as not to burden others. After all, there might come a time when no dragonhealer would be available and her dragon might have to rely on her. She would make certain that her dragon was cared for thoroughly.

Kieza finally made her way to where all the rest of the weyrlings gathered, teeth chewing nervously at her lip. Already, she could see some dragonets were a lot more rowdy than others - she aimed to try and keep Suwayeth away from that for now. Suwayeth mirrored those thoughts - she wasn't objectionable to remaining away from her other siblings. But even as she thought this, her swirling eyes wandered to rest upon the palest of pale forms. Ah! Her beautiful bright sister. Letting out a soft croon, Suwayeth flicked her tail, lightly slapping at Kieza's ankles as they continued forward. "Would you like to stand with them?" Kieza said, a small smile pulling at her lips. Suwayeth peered up at her rider, her eyes swirling purple with love and green with happiness as the pair strode toward Isilje and Brancath. Suwayeth let out a warble and loped over to Brancath, rubbing her head against the smaller dragonet's cheek.Sistermine, beautiful cloud sister, you're shining! Suwayeth crooned, laying out sweet words for her calm, white sibling. Kieza stood next to Isilje and just lightly shook her head. "Nervous?" She said, her face pale as she peered to where Liat was assessing the first duo.

Whoa, ho, ho. Okay, yes. Maybe he was getting a little pushy with his crowding. While grateful for the sort-of green that Loreleth's eyes had gone, Aleyath wasn't looking to forcibly inflict happiness or cause any trouble. Making a splash was entertaining, but the less of one he caused here, the sooner he could get back to sniffing around. He eased off just a little, turning a tight circle before sitting down a couple of feet away. Small and quiet. He could do that.

After a few seconds spent watching Hessianth's headbutt hello, he turned back to the blue. What're you worried about? Probably self-inflicted head injuries. Don't you think you should wait for something to happen before you get upset? Not meaning to be rude or anything, Aleyath followed his questions with the mental equivalent of a pat on the hand. Pat pat pat. He was rather terrible at consolation.

O'len paused to consider J'lar's response, a little surprised by it, to be honest. For all that he had heard about the progressiveness of Western, he supposed that the day to day would have to be similar or the weyr wouldn't function. Same positions, different colors filling them. And for dragonless folk there was probably no variation at all. He nodded once, filing that information away and answering the man's question in the same gesture. "I'm from Black Sand Hold. Fairly close when compared to some other places. It's a lovely hold and I miss it very much, but there are better things here." He looked to his brown with a hint of a smile. "I haven't been at Western very long myself, but there's just so much to do." Back home he had spent a lot of his time bored. It was no one's fault but his own, but that hadn't made it any less true.

Masterharper

What Sarcoth had to say shouldn't have thrown up any sort of defensive feelings in L'nik, yet he could feel bristling the more the brown spoke. Yet it wasn't him that was doing it - it was Hessianth. The brown, upon realizing that someone was impeding upon what was his went from rough-play to bristling anger, wings flaring and eyes whirling red. Even before the conversation was over, the brown had thrown his brother's words from his bonded's mind. That was his and nobody got to just invade! Had L'nik not reached out to immediately pull Hessianth back - both with a stern tug of his mind, but with hands that ran soothingly over head knobs - he probably would not have been able to a moment later.

"Enough." L'nik said firmly, most out loud for the benefit of those around him to be let in on the fact that yes, he was doing something about a brown with very much a mind of his own. "You started it, Hessianth. I expect we'll see D'mar and Dezerac as well and they also took a dragon to the knee," and a lot of their other parts. Hessianth huffed, red remaining firmly in his eyes. He looked up to G'ryl from where he sat, calming his bonded. The last thing either boy needed was for a fight to break out between browns. It's not my fault that Sarcoth's ego is so fragile he gets offended by a joke. L'nik wrestled down the brown's head.

"Honestly, I've heard that those who are bonded to dragons tend to heal a little faster too. Do you get to the lessons alright? I mean, if you need a shoulder I have one to offer," was it a weird offer to make? Hessianth snorted.

Nzambith felt Seirath's wing over her back and she turned her head slowly to watch her energetic sister join them. It was a constant back and forth between all her siblings vying for attention and the sudden flare of wings from the browns drew her gaze back to the initial brother she had greeted. While the other dragonets were responding to the playful bump with irritation, Nzambith simply continued to watch in silence. She didn't mind the rougher play nor the red eyes swirling around her, her own still a placid green. It took quite a bit to get her going and seeing her brothers battling wasn't something she'd bat an eye at. Indeed, back on the sands of the hatching she had remained curled up, not at all bothered by the ruckus.

Vennodren on the other hand was getting a little anxious with the rough housing. This wasn't the time to be challenging one another, it was a time to check in on the well-being of the dragons. He gave a strained smile as Amra approached and scooped up her own green and he reached down to call Nzambith closer to his side.

Come back to me, dearest, I don't want you caught up in any sort of shenanigans they might cause.

Nzambith who had nuzzled Seirath's neck before her sister had been scooped up lumbered back over to Venn, butting her head into his hand as he reached down to pick her up.

If that is what you wish, Mine, she cooed softly, obviously very pleased to be held. Venn would carry her as much as she wished until she became too large to do so simply because it wasn't something he'd be able to do for long. Even greens began to grow quickly at some point.

"You are looking better," he said, hoping to help add a bit of calm to the situation by commenting that he wasn't nearly as wounded as he had been before. There were a few former Candidates that had gotten the worst of the unbonded dragons rage - one of whom that was no longer with them - and although he did appreciate scars he was glad he hadn't earned any himself that day.